Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.